Mumbai

If the world lost her name Would she exist at all and Is there enough space Between the words Or is it a wondrous dream? Or something i've said What if i keep my words To myself? A tongue that's made of stone The founder of a quiet home A gospel It sings and cries out in my head And the tale that she is telling echoes deep down in my silence It lies beyond the edge of my eyes Home is more than I can see More than any words could mean Holding on, Holding on This is a place I know I'm holding on This place- I know that there's more to know. What if she's still with me I know that she passes down love Held and instilled in me If I listen And all that you ever know Will come to a close We need better words for us To see us through. A tongue that's made of stone The founder of a quiet home A gospel It sing and cries out in my head And the tale that she is telling echoes deep down in my silence It lies beyond the edge of my eyes Home is more Than I can see More than any Words could mean Holding on, Holding on This is a place I know I'm holding on This place- I know that there's more to know.